Blackwood's Magazine, Volumen 64

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Página 152 So Even in heathen art , the great Athethat it is a presumption of our weak - nian
goddess affects not grace , but ness to believe , as some do , that the stands in a
severe repose , so unlike arena of art is limited , and every part rest , the beautiful
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Página 307 Before them a thounumerous trapping parties which ren - sand miles of dreary
desert or wilderdezvous at the American Fur Com - ness , overrun by hostile
savages , pany ' s post on that branch of the river . thirsting for the white man ' s
blood ...

Página 458 Not ness for the delinquent executioner . only have you miraculously escaped
His cries were soon silenced by the a cruel death , but you are also decruel
treatment he received ; in a few livered from the horrible employment minutes he
was ...

Página 461 I abominate every thing best of it , the moral , the set - up primHannah More wrote
- vain , clever , ness of the whole affair is so odious , idolised , spoiled woman as
she was that you long even for a little wickedher style all riddle - ma - ree .

Página 647 Here the stream of and with what a series of harshest thought ran always in the
shade , reepithets , does she call upon the sea to flecting in a thousand shapes
the saddeliver up its human prey , in the fine ness which had overshadowed her
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Página 499 - And I have loved thee, Ocean ! and my joy Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be Borne, like thy bubbles, onward : from a boy I wantoned with thy breakers — they to me Were a delight : and if the freshening sea Made them a terror — 'twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane — as I do here.

Página 499 - Almighty's form Glasses itself in tempests: in all time, Calm or convulsed — in breeze, or gale, or storm. Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime Dark-heaving; — boundless, endless, and sublime; The image of eternity, the throne Of the Invisible: even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.

Página 498 - Thy waters wasted them while they were free, And many a tyrant since; their shores obey The stranger, slave, or savage; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts: not so thou; Unchangeable save to thy wild waves

Página 509 - Are not a spoil for him, - thou dost arise And shake him from thee; the vile strength he wields For earth's destruction thou dost all despise, Spurning him from thy bosom to the skies, And send'st him, shivering in thy playful spray And howling, to his Gods, where haply lies His petty hope in some near port or bay, And dashest him again to earth: - there let him lay.

Página 498 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar: I love not Man the less, but Nature more, From these our interviews, in which I steal From all I may be, or have been before, To mingle with the Universe, and feel What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal.

Página 498 - The armaments which thunderstrike the walls Of rock-built cities, bidding nations quake And monarchs tremble in their capitals, The oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make Their clay creator the vain title take Of lord of thee, and arbiter of war: These are thy toys, and, as the snowy flake, They melt into thy yeast of waves, which mar Alike the Armada's pride, or spoils of Trafalgar.

Página 188 - By faith Moses, when he was come to years, refused to be called the son of Pharaoh's daughter; choosing rather to suffer affliction with the people of God, than to enjoy the pleasures of sin for a season...